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Being the Best Friend: Erotica Short Story

By Shelly Pasia

Copyright@2017 by
Shelly Pasia

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book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or
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This
Erotic Short Story is loaded with, hot, graphic sex! It is intended
only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented
as 18 or over.

Mary
looked at her watch and felt like cursing. It was already past eight
and her cookies were not ready yet. They still had about twenty more
minutes to get ready. Twenty minutes was not such a long time, but
the men in the living room had already started to complain. Of
course, they were men and were prone to complaining about everything.

The
good thing was that she had bought a lot of beer. It was keeping them
busy s her cookies took their time to get ready. She did not care
whether they would eat them hot. As a matter of fact, Mary knew that
she did not want to be here. She did not want to be in the house on a
Wednesday night. Her friends were out there having a good time as
their husbands came to her house to play poker with her husband.

Suddenly,
the man walked in to check on what she was doing. He smiled, a fake
smile of course, and asked her why they were taking so long.

“They
are almost ready. Twenty more minutes,” she said and the man looked
at his watch.

“They
are taking too much time,” he said. He was still angry at her from
the fight they had had hours ago.

Mary
was also angry at him and she did not know how she would manage
looking at his face tonight. She wondered why she was even here
helping him entertain his guests. It was not as if they even took
notice of her.

“Trust
me, if I could turn myself into an oven, then I would take a shorter
time, but since I can’t seem to master that, we are going to have
to make do with what we have,” Mary said sarcastically.

“You
don’t have to be rude, Mary,” the man said. His name was Thomas.
Mary rolled her eyes and waved him off. But it seemed as if he wanted
to stay some more.

“Your
friends need you,” she said at last.

“I
am not going to allow you to speak to me like that,” Thomas said.
His voice was already rising.

“And
I am not going to allow you to treat me like a slave. I am going to
bring the cookies when they are ready. And if you think you can do a
better job than I can, then you are welcome to try,” she said
taking off her apron.

Mary’s
tears were already starting to spill. She could feel her face getting
red from the anger. Thomas was not in such good shape either. He was
getting angry by the minute. He wanted to say something but he could
not. Mary dared him with her eyes to say something, anything, and she
would torch the whole place up.

“Guys,
are you alright?” Blake said getting into the kitchen. It was
Thomas’ best friend. They had been friends for a long time. Ever
since Tomas started working at their company.